i am the archangel of mediocrity
clothed in layers of sorrow
cursed to a life of striving
chasing after repentance

my bones creak like an old oak floor
laden with a heavy dose of shame
rid me of my inadequacies, i plead
they suffocate me like a plague

make my sick heart beat again
fill my lungs with life not death
let the blind see light once more
forgive me father for i have sinned